It’s just plain creepy to stalk people on Facebook.  Peering into lives of faces you have never met, looking at their albums, reading their posts and the comments of their friends, from that, proceeding to stalk the friend of their friend.  It is time wasted, definitely weird, you receive no gain from lurking around in the cyber world and yet I do it – so guilty!   I prefer to use the term “investigating” to describe this entertaining, harmless, hobby.   Stalking feels kind of dirty.  I won’t remember the names or information of the people I am investigating, I won’t be returning to their page, I can get all my curiosity quenched in one visit, so “stalking” is really too strong to be the definition.  I know for sure other people do this, many that would indeed qualify as a stalker not an investigator.  There are two reasons I even confess this as one of my top activities if given a spare half hour.  The first is simply:  to admit I do it when everyone else just acts innocent as if they have never considered prying around (which is known as lying).  The second reason is because I have run into a wee bit of a situation when I stalk….. I mean investigate.

I peek around mostly on my iPhone when I am away from my house and limited in entertainment options.  That seems like a fair standard practice.  The trouble is that I keep “friending” my unbeknownst subject.  I don’t mean to, in fact when they accept the friend request I am stunned since I didn’t realize I initiated the action to begin with.   Then I am annoyed, why the heck are they accepting a friend request from someone they don’t even know!?!?  Have some guidelines people!  It’s perfectly appropriate to ignore a friend request when you don’t know the person making the request.  Once they accept me (idiots) I then have to wait until midnight or later to “unfriend” the person so that I don’t offend them all the while, keeping the status intact of complete strangers.  I don’t need 1,000 Facebook friends to feel complete; I was content to have my first 20 when I started my page.  Anything after that was just a courtesy.  I don’t friend people I don’t know except if it is an error and I don’t want my friends thinking I am Facebook creeping on their cousin in Texas or their college roommate in Boston.  That’s supposed to be my own secret!  I know exactly how this friend situation occurs.  I identified it after about the 5^th unintentional friending.  I am left handed.  That is the reason.  The “friend” icon is on the left side so when I am scrolling down my fat little sausage thumb hits right where the icon is to friend them.   I don’t even know I do it until their acceptance, at which time as indicated above, I then lose all respect for them.  This flub of being left handed is almost ruining all my fun, almost!